Higher Powers

A societal based poem, turned into religion and god... Honestly, I think my poetry is starting to have a mind of its own!

If you pressurize sand enough You soon get something you can see through Something we call glass. We use it to encase Anything of the soluble matter.

With emitters that drive Like thorns to a rabbits side Where the underside is left bare The needle presses through To inject pain killing toxins That kill everything between me and you.

Like the societal mesh of opinions and options That seems to wrap in the patterns of metal Encasing forgotten memos and broken pencils, Encasing plastic cages broken by monster hands, So empty it to the world, Pour back what is drowned out And raise from the hells The heavens you held.

In one breath a thousand words can be said One life and a story is written But that story will not be told or read to others Just another forgotten memo In a societal trashcan In the office of a higher power Energy just encasing and breaking Back to the raw materials you came from.

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Wow. This was really powerful. You were pessimistic without being overly defeatist, and I liked the touch of ambiguity you used throughout. You are right, the poem does seem to have a mind of its own—but that is good! Keep up the awesome writing!

I have a bad habit of being pessimistic, but it's not exactly easy to not be.. I mean, everyone wants to see the good in the world, but our teachers (some, not all), teach with biased opinions and we hear all these bad things and politics that happen all over the world, and we sometimes forget about the good. We get judged and we close up and then it just gets hard to remember the reasons for all of it..